Things that have not stopped. Things that will not stop.

The sun will keep on rising and shall always set.
The rain will fall, the clouds will gather and clear again.
The rivers will keep running and the oceans tides will keep on pulling.
The moons cycles will keep revolving.
Days shall pass into night, back to day, turning to months, seasons, winter turned to spring, spring to summer as we wait for autumn to go back again. And it will.
The birds will keep on chirping, fact is, they never stopped, we just couldn’t hear. Now we listen.
The green sprouts will keep on sprouting and the blossoms will bloom bright, they always did but we didn’t always see.
The fish keep on swimming in the shallows alongside the paths we tread but this time we pause and watch.
We pause, we wait, but we have not stopped. We are just waiting. We needed to wait to see the wonders that have never stopped.
And as we wait, be it true; the grass will get greener. The skies bluer. The trees fuller. The wild flowers deeper. The heron will keep on fishing. Rabbits keep hopping. The Woodpecker has always been knocking. Rivers keep running, seas turning, sun shining and thunder bolting.
Dawn will not stop breaking nor night falling.
And into this spring to summer we saw them, we heard them and felt the magic in them all.
We are waiting, we have paused, slowed down and let the earth be.
Nothing stopped, no need to fear.

SKB 11/6/20.

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Uneasy

Uneasy, with a sense of doom.
With nothing to actually fear.

Stomach sinking. Breath. Empty.
Feeling of crying with no tears. Empty
No words. Not wanting to speak. Empty.

Uneasy with the silence the birds have lost their cheer.
Uneasy in the world

It’s all gone a bit too far now, unsure about getting back.
Restlessness has come, motivation just ran out, fear we’ve all got lost.

With the summer comes unspoken assumption it will brings us cheer.
Thinking we all want to be outside, craving lockdown closure
But when we stand in doorways of fear, don’t want to step, or speak, or see or even breathe.
There is an uneasy
it’s all rather empty
It’s all a little numb. . .

Awaken

To breathe in your
fragility
and mix it with mine.
To combust and
combine.
To change all we know
To hold tight and to
flow.
To reclaim strength we
once held
when we walked hand
in hand.
To reattach hearts
on our sleeves
firmly
where they can be seen
and to awaken us from this slumber
we’ve been made to sleep.

SKB